C12 (1/2)

In the biggest commercial building in A City, the impatient Cen Jiawen and the expressionless Huo Runhan had become an attractive scenery.

Huo Runhan held Cen Jiawen's hand the entire time, his hearing had always been exceptional, and the words of the people around him caused his mood to become worse. However, Cen Jiawen did not think much of it. What they had said was the truth, she just did not like this man.

Therefore, on the path of choosing furniture, Cen Jiawen walked further and further, and the further she walked, the more she traveled.

Eh, because he who had become serious … Very handsome.

Miss Cen was a beauty control, sometimes, it was really a tragedy.

Fifteen minutes later, after Huo Runhan had a rough understanding of the situation, he finally made up his mind.

Cen Jiawen looked over, nodded and felt that it was not bad, she saw this the moment she entered the door. However, she loudly said, ”No!”

The shop assistant laughed and walked up arrogantly, pretending to look carefully at the sofa, and retorted: ”Mr. Huo, what kind of eyes do you have? You can actually see something so ugly? I feel that you are more like a woman than me, change it all! ”

The employees around were all embarrassed, they secretly observed Huo Runhan's expression, afraid that he would be angry. Unexpectedly, the man asked in a good-natured manner, ”Why not?”

From what he knew of her, she should have liked this style the most.

Miss Cen confidently said: ”It's too white, it's too dazzling, and I just want to dirty it when I look at it.”

Several of the shop assistants started to pinch her. ”Eldest Miss, what kind of mental illness is this?”

Huo Runhan nodded indifferently, showing his understanding. He smiled at the rude and unreasonable girl, changing her style to a different one. That one was pure black and looked very noble and grand. He asked, ”What about this one?”

Cen Jiawen shook her head, ”It's too dark, it's bad for my eyes. I just want to bleach it when I look at it.”

… ….

Everyone was silent.

However, it was rare for Huo Runhan to have always been indulgent towards her. Even when she did not get angry after hearing such words, she still bore with her temper and asked if this was okay, that was fine.

Cen Jiawen looked at a pink coloured, righteously speaking words of rejection. ”It's too powdery, I feel disgusted looking at it.”

Facing the purple one, she said, ”With our temperament, we don't need to use such a high and mighty color. Don't taint my sanctity.”

Facing the blue one, she said, ”I think of the Pacific as soon as I see it. You can't just back off and let me swim in its arms because I'm not reading enough.”